Irish left City Hall as the sun fell behind the horizon. The darkening streets carried the commuters back to their homes while the shamus took a detour back to his office. When he reached the newsstand of his friend, Pappy, he found the wiry man sitting on a stool, looking ready to close up his stand. Wearing his familiar pork-pie hat, along with his br…
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